Poor Drayton's hopping around with painful shins tonight.
He went down to London and saw someone asking for money. Told him silver and gold had he none, but he'd let him have a fiver's worth of sandwiches. Wasn't going to give him the money as he'd only have wasted it on drink or cigarettes.
So the bloke let him buy him the sandwiches, then kicked him in the shins. He said Drayton wasn't going to play power games with him, and who did he think he was?
Drayton's back in his cottage now, pulling bits of lettuce out of his cardigan, where the guy stuffed the sandwiches down his neck. Drayton says he doesn't understand it. He thought that the giver had the right to decide the gift.
He's obviously never read Proverbs 31. And I don't like to tell him he's been acting against God's word all this time.
With thanks to Gurdur for the reminder.
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